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hotgirlmav · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 3 - 69

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x f!reader

cw: 69ing, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, slight throat fucking, hangar sex, cum eating

word count: 1363

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18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

Friday night. The Mojave desert. Just Pete and his P-51.

You didn’t mind the solitude, or when Maverick was feeling particularly spent after rigorous hours on base. Sometimes he just liked to lay back on his orange sofa and watch you flip through his aviation magazines on the opposite chair, a content little smile on his face. You, however, were very bored. And you whined about it.

Instantaneously, you’re met with a cocked eyebrow and his trademark smirk. That look he does when he’s planning something stupid.

“How ‘bout you come here?” he asks, the tone in his voice matching his smirk.

Tossing the magazines, you get to your feet to cross the few steps towards him, but still wonder aloud, “For?”

He grins, grabbing your arm once you’re in reach and pulling you down atop his body. You lean in to give him a kiss while you’re chest to chest with him, unable to resist his mischievous expression. “Why don’t you climb up here and ride my face?” he blurts out against your lips.

You freeze, pulling back to look him in the eye. “I—what?”

He tucks an arm behind his head, the other around your waist, his hand lingering on your ass. His smirk widens. “You heard me.”

“Jesus,” you breathe. “You can’t just say that to me.”

“Why not?” he asks innocently.

Heat fills your cheeks. You’re very content with your sex life—satisfied is a better word—but there are certain things you haven’t done yet. “I don’t know,” you mumble, feeling your blush spread. “Just haven’t done that before.”

Mav shifts underneath you, dragging you even closer until you’re sitting on his torso. With his hands reaching up to cup your face, you can’t help leaning down again to peck his face.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he says, grinning. “I’m just gonna make you feel good.”

Your stomach flips at his words. He knows very well the effect he has on you when he says something like that so innocently. So sweetly. It’s gonna work everytime.

But then you get an idea.

“As long as I get to make you feel good too, then,” you protest, fingernails lightly raking his chest through his shirt.

He shudders at your touch, and then angles his head, his grin turning playful—a really? But who is he to deny your way? If there was anybody Maverick was not going to defy, that would be you. So he taps your thigh, almost a light spank, and says, “Come on up, then.”

You scramble off of him, the both of you immediately working buttons and zippers and carelessly dropping all your garments on his Persian rug.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him once you finish stripping. Wearing nothing but his watch, he situates himself on the couch in his previous lying position, his head on the flat of the cushion instead of leaning on the arm rest like before. Like your fingernails just a second ago, your eyes trail his chest, his half hard cock against his abs. He turns his head slightly, waving you over with his fingers. “Come here, baby.”

You have to bite your lip when you step towards him. You’re hesitant in positioning yourself at first, setting your fisted hands down on the leather on either side of his legs to be able to throw yours over him. Mav gently guides your leg to the right place, the spot in between the inside of the couch and his ribs. That easily aids the rest of your body in hovering over him, your face above his growing erection. All you have to do is literally sit on his face now.

“Come on. Come on,” he coaxes sweetly, squeezing your thighs. “All the way.”

You don’t have the will to hesitate anymore with the harsh orange leather digging into your elbows and your knees, so you sink down as delicately as you can, leaning on your forearms instead.

You’re not sure how close you are to his face until he meets your core with an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue licking the first stripe against your heat. Pleasure shoots through your body and you throw your head back in surprise, a stifled moan escaping your lips.

His cock twitches at the sound, and through a newfound haze you lean in to grab at his shaft as he eagerly starts tasting you.

The heat of your mouth on him makes him shiver underneath you, and he grunts against you. You do your best to envelop as much of him as you can, though it’s harder than you thought it would be. His mouth works you just as it usually does, like he’s hungry and starved for you, but the new position is something else. You might just lose your composure already.

Mav sticks his middle finger in his mouth and out again with a pop, using it to tease your hole. The noise that comes out of you at the feel of it inside you, paired with his mouth right underneath, almost embarrasses you. You’re sure you sound insane, moaning and crying around his cock, losing your cool so immediately.

He tastes good too, though, your mouth salivating and dripping spit all over. You stroke him where your mouth can’t easily reach, movements sloppy but getting all sorts of groans and hisses from him regardless. Mav works his finger in and out of you still, teasing your clit with his tongue. When he reaches and starts prodding at the spongy wall inside of you, his cock pops out of your mouth as you cry out.

“Pete,” you moan his name, languidly stroking him as the pleasure overtakes you. So easily, you’re already trying not to cum.

“Mm, sweetheart?”

It’s like he reads your mind, because he removes his finger—sticks it in his mouth again to clean it off—and leans in against your clit to suck. You tense up, whining loudly. His nose pokes at your slit as his tongue works your nerves, and you’re so caught in how good it feels that you almost forget what you were doing.

It takes a lot in you to get back to it, but you want him to feel as good as you feel. You take him in, feeling his hips slightly jerk, and you aim to get him in as deep as you can handle. Your soft lips lower down his shaft slowly, gently, until the tip hits an uncomfortable part of your throat. He moans loudly at the feel, an absence of his mouth for a few seconds at a time as you start to overwhelm him. It’s like he treats it like a challenge, though, eager to overpower you. Two fingers roughly dip inside you this time, and Mav angles his head to continue working your clit, filthy sounds leaving his mouth.

The vibrations of your moans around him arouse him even further, and he unintentionally begins to thrust up into your mouth. His hips sputter, sending his cock even further down your throat. Running out of air, you nearly gag at the overflowing feel in your mouth, and you have to slip it out momentarily, breathing heavily.

“Oh, God,” he rasps between gritted teeth, hips still jerking slightly. When you regain your breath, you take him back in and he continues thrusting shallowly into your mouth.

The spring in your stomach coils tightly as his fingers work that same spot over and over, and you need to let go soon.

You nearly scream when you cum, your release dripping down all over his mouth and jaw. He lays his head down against the cushion as he nears his own climax, and cums himself when you take him in one more time. You take it all down your throat, and Mav shudders, a string of small, whiney noises leaving his mouth.

You collapse on top of him, head resting against his thigh. He removes his fingers, cleans them off on his tongue and gives your thigh a light squeeze.

That was good.

You raise an eyebrow. “Hey, did you turn that into a competition?”

He tries not to grin.

#LORD...#top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader #maverick x reader #pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete mitchell x reader

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hotgirlmav · 7 months

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i’ve gotten a few lovely requests that i’d love to work on for you guys!! i’m sorry, school has just been getting the better part of my schedule! feel free to keep on sending requests <3

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Kinktober Day 2 - Public

pairing: ethan hunt x f!reader

cw: inspired by mi2, implied agent!reader, public sex, wall sex, penetration

word count: 1875

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18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

The Spanish villa is overflowing with guests; a blend of very important people looking to make business deals with one another, the people working for the very important people, Flamenco dancers adorned in deep shades of red, probably a million partygoers, you. Ethan Hunt, if you were right. Among the sea of people, you swear you’d seen him. You could recognize him from a mile away.

You couldn’t confirm though. It was hard to get a better look, losing him in the swarm of guests. Not to mention your certainty that the party’s host had been notified of your presence, surely sending enforcements after you any second now.

The thing about Ethan, though, is that, between the two of you, he’s always had the upper hand. Turning a corner on your way upstairs, you run right into something solid. The expensive material of a suit, a perfect face. Extraordinary looking hair.

Looks like he’d spotted you first.

“Ethan.”

He grabs your arms, carefully backtracks you down the only two steps you’d reached. Back around the corner and against a pillar. He smiles. “Hi.”

“So it was you.”

“What are you doing here?” he asks, a sincere softness to his voice. He holds onto your arms.

You can’t tell him. You wonder if he’ll pry. Putting on a smile, you simply say, “Enjoying the party. What about you?”

He takes a moment to think about it, puckering his lips in thought before they drop into a smirk. “Let’s call it.. research.”

Okay. He’s on a mission, then. You’ve got maybe three seconds to wonder if it’s got anything to do with yours before you spot the enforcements. Down the hall, dressed in tactical gear, looking around. Your widened eyes meet Ethan’s, and you can tell he immediately knows.

“Please help me blend in,” you whisper, realizing too late that he’s not going to hear you over the music.

Luckily, his instincts save the day, and he pushes you past the pillar and into the shadow it has cast. Your back gently hits the wall behind it just as flashing lights begin pouring into the dark hallway, illuminating your spot every few seconds at a time. It seems something has started on the main floor, a performance, perhaps. Your stomach knots as the men sent after you stalk closer to the pillar you’re hiding behind, but Ethan’s lips are on yours before they pass. You immediately sink into his kiss, feeling the softness of his fingers gripping your jaw as he delves into your mouth.

You close your eyes then, giving them a break from the white glare that seems to be getting faster as the music’s tempo picks up.

The feigned kiss becomes passionate, almost real, with Ethan’s body pressing to yours in an effort to hide you. You’re chest to chest, and you groan into his mouth at the tightness of the dress against your breasts. It’s as if he knows (yet again); his hand goes around behind your neck to delicately lower your zipper just a few inches, giving you a bit of room to breathe.

It’s then that he breaks from your mouth to kiss and nip at your neck, the front of your dress now a bit loose from his work on your zipper, your cleavage exposed to him. Your eyes dart to the hallway; the men have passed, the hall empty. Maybe this is where you pull apart and go your separate ways again. Ethan continues leaving a trail of wet kisses over your collarbone, arms wrapping around your middle.

It feels good. You almost want to moan. You settle for a happy sigh instead, “I owe you one.”

Another smirk, and one last kiss under your jaw before he’s facing you again. “We’ll call it even if you tell me what you’re doing here.”

You exhale, lips puffy from his kiss. It’s easy to get lost in his eyes; you have many times before. You can’t, though. Just like you’re sure he can’t tell you why he’s here. Maybe, for now, all you can do is hide here with him.

He begins to pull away, and you panic.

“Wait.”

As if on cue, the flashing lights from the center of the party stop, a dark blue glow washing over the hall instead. You’re left in the pale darkness, body still pressed to his.

Fuck it.

You lean up, capturing his lips again. You decide to let your hands roam, into the suit and against his pecs, then up and around his neck to pull him as close as he was just a few seconds ago. Your knee tips up slightly, your thigh slipping from the slit in your dress to rub between his legs.

“We’re doing this?” he groans. “Here?”

You ignore the question, instead moving your hands to the button on his pants. If he stops you, then so be it.

He doesn’t, though, his hands joining your shaky ones to get the button off and his zipper down. Reaching into his pants, you start palming at him through his underwear. The angle is odd but he squirms against you, lips slightly parted. It feels good, it seems, so you continue. Your touch turns to grip, and you pull at him as he moans against you. Letting you touch him, he presses his hands against the wall on either side of your head.

“Touch me, please,” you beg, hand slipping in to pull his half-hard cock out and fully into your palm.

He growls at the feeling, the hand closest to you dipping down the curve of your body and under your ass to hook your leg around his waist. The slit in your dress exposes your thighs very nicely, and he smiles at the easy access.

“Nice dress,” he muses, leaning in to kiss at your neck again, his hand slipping into the slit.

When you feel his finger prodding at your clothed cunt, you throw your head back against the wall in impatience. The risk of getting caught slips your mind; all you can think of is how badly you need to feel him. “Please,” you breathe out for him.

You stroke him until he’s fully hard, and by the time he is, he’s got your underwear shoved to the side and a finger working the growing wetness between your legs. You cover your mouth with your free hand, letting him work you open on his one digit.

One finger becomes two, and he adds his thumb against your clit for good measure. You have to bite your tongue to not cry out.

He doesn’t prolong it, though. You don’t have much time here. The music could stop, the lights could turn on, someone could walk by and spot you, or worse, it could be the men sent after you. Despite all the possibilities, you realize you’re not really stressing as much as you should be. This, though, is unheard of for him. He doesn’t intend on fucking up. Ethan’s fingers slip out of you, and you feel their wetness against your thigh when he grips at them to pull you closer against him. He lines himself against you as best as he can, eyebrows pulled together in concentration.

The whole thing is messy and uncomfortable. You’re not sure how this’ll work. The wall provides absolutely no comfort to your now strained back, and your calf is kind of starting to burn from standing on your tiptoes.

Your back arches off the wall just a bit when the head of his cock enters you. The angle is still odd but it does help him slide into you, and he’s halfway inside you when a strangled moan escapes your lips. Lightning fast, he removes a hand from your waist to cover your mouth with his palm, and you slip down onto your heel. The action sinks you down onto the rest of him, your hips flush with his.

Whatever performance is going on on the main floor is surely enough to hide your sounds, but you can never be too careful.

The position is awkward; his cock feels good when you’re on your tiptoes (uncomfortably so), and you’re not sure how he intends to thrust into you like this, so you settle for rolling your hips against him instead. You find it hard to do one-legged.

He removes his palm to kiss you deeply again, like the kiss that started this. He follows you in rolling his hips instead of thrusting up, and the pleasure swims through you in waves. He slowly snaps his movement at first, a few seconds apart each time, your bodies mostly just pressed to one another, until he finds a better angle.

It only helps a tad bit, however, his thrusts shallow. He’s deeper inside you than he is moving in and out, but it still feels delicious.

Your head rolls back against the wall again, your neck exposed to him. He leans in to kiss and nip where he’s face-level. You’d almost forgotten what a passionate lover he was. The pleasure turns white hot, heat flushing your entire body. The unzipped front of his pants meets your dripping core with each thrust, elevating your senses. Clothed public sex. That’s a new one.

His groans are quiet but hot against your ear, only fueling the pit of fire in your stomach.

“Keep.. an eye out,” he rasps, his voice gravely and low.

How could you, though?

You’re itching closer and closer to your release, biting your lip hard to avoid making noise. The burn in your leg from holding yourself up against him is irritating you completely, but the orgasm you’re chasing is so close already, what with the quick work of his fingers and—this entire fervorous situation, really. You squirm and try rolling your hips to match his movement. Ethan, in his own impatience, reaches between your bodies to thumb at your clit again.

You cum a minute later with an inevitable loud whine.

Ethan feels you clench around him, immediately pulling out to finish on his hand. A slight bit of pain meets your orgasm when your heel fully situates itself on the ground again.

Ethan lets go of the leg that he had hooked around his waist, and your knees feel wobbly when you attempt to set it down. Your orgasm pools in your lower abdomen and you keep from crying out in its coming afterglow. All you can do is lean against the wall as Ethan cums into his fist with a heavy grunt.

Panting, the both of you stare at each other for a moment. Ethan comically glances down at the mess he’s made. He cocks a brow before meeting your eyes again, tucking himself into his pants as quickly as he can and wondering how the hell he’s going to clean himself up.

“Let’s maybe not do this again.”

You can’t help but snicker. The ambience surrounding you is still the same; the hall is still a pool of dark blues and shadows. The music from the center of the party is still going. It’s then that it dawns on you. You laugh as you join him in fixing your garments. “We probably could’ve done this upstairs.”

#i swear all i do is reblog sof’s wonderful work LMAOO #ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #tom cruise x reader

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Kinktober Day 1 - Overstimulation

pairing: tom “iceman” kazansky x f!reader

cw: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, crying, fingering, penetrative sex, a hint of sub/dom dynamic, praise, cum marking

word count: 1211

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18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

You’re not sure how much more you can take.

Your body feels sticky with heat, sweat coating your forehead and your neck, and the obscene wet noises down below make it entirely difficult to differentiate where you’re sweating and where you’re dripping from Ice’s work on your tired and spent body. You feel wet everywhere.

A strangled moan escapes your throat as your legs start to coax up in sensitivity, but his fingers don’t stop their unrelenting thrusts into your leaking cunt. Three fingers, and the casual, tormenting tease of his tongue. Despite the very significant mess he’s created between your legs, he still hasn’t fucked you. It was all you’d wanted tonight, after rushing home from the O Club. You’d asked him to, moaned it into his mouth when he backed you against the wall as soon as you were behind closed doors.

“Please fuck me.”

And now, an hour later, you’re exhausted, your fingers stiff from gripping the bed sheets. And there’s still a hard look of concentration on his face.

He’d started out with his usual foreplay, his kisses deep and full as he touched you all over. Tingling sensations and feather light touches, quiet praises against your skin. And when his big hand cupped your core and his first digit sank into your heat, he was set on what he wanted to do.

You’re not sure how many times he’s made you cum so far. Two, perhaps? Three, most likely. Or four…? You don’t know. All you can focus on is the tight, achy feeling in your core and his continued spill of praises as you take it.

And God, how good it feels.

“Tom,” you rasp, a whine stuck in the back of your throat as he scissors his fingers inside of you. The noises would probably embarrass you if you were in the right headspace to process them. “It hurts.”

He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t take pity on you. You’ve got a safe word. You can use it whenever you need to. And he knows you’re strong. He knows you can take it.

When he leans down to swipe his tongue over your nerves, it washes over you again. Another orgasm, and it feels so good, but so agonizing. It takes over you entirely, legs somehow shaking and going limp at the same time. You wearily reach between your legs to push him away, the sensitivity becoming too much, but he doesn’t budge. He does harshly draw his fingers out of you all of a sudden, though, eliciting a high-pitched noise from you at the unexpected emptiness.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, leaning up off his haunches to finally finish undressing himself.

“Tom.”

You feel so fucked out and overwhelmed, all you can speak is his name. Tears brim your eyes as the orgasm lingers, the buzz sticking to every corner of your insides.

Ice gets his pants off, languidly stroking himself as he nears you. “You okay, baby?” he asks sweetly.

You almost hiccup as a tear slips down your cheek, but you nod in response.

He leans down to wipe it away, pressing a few kisses to your cheek. “You think you can handle one more?” he asks, voice still tender.

If it means finally having him inside you, you nod again, tired arms reaching up to wrap around his shoulders. “Yes,” you mumble weakly.

His face breaks out into a beautiful smile, and he kisses your lips one, two times. “I know, baby, I know you can.” Another kiss. “I’m gonna take good care of you.”

You’re distracted then, from everything except his grin above you, his full lips, the twinkle in his eye. He does take such good care of you. Softens you up and then tests your limits, makes you keep up with him. He’s always so fast, so collected, so well put together. You feel like you can do anything for him. Certainly this.

Although he’s still kissing you softly, your momentary relief comes to a halt when you suddenly feel him press the head of his cock against you.

Yet another whine slips past your lips and against his when he very gently pushes in. Your grip around his shoulders tightens. It’s all too much again.

He’s got you, though, as always. His face hovers above yours, watching your lidded eyes and how your lashes flutter as he sinks into you. Despite how open he worked you, he feels too big, the stretch slightly more painful than pleasant. It’s not until his cock touches the same spot that he’d been agitating with his fingers that the budding feeling in the pit of your stomach returns. He swallows your moans with kisses, situating himself as deep inside of you as he can.

You wail out when he starts thrusting.

His lips remain soft against you but his pace immediately quickens as he chases his high. You’re an incoherent mess, your body wrecked in sensitivity.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he coos against your cheek, finding his rhythm in the slick of your walls. A stifled groan escapes him, his composure halting.

“Tom,” you cry out. “Please.” You’re blinking and more tears are slipping down your cheeks, but you can still hold on, you think.

“You can do it,” he reiterates, a stern tone in his voice. Very Iceman of him.

The budding feeling in your stomach grows as he pounds into you, but it feels inaccessible. Too far to reach. As if it were outside your body instead of in, but you feel it after all and it still feels good despite the pain.

Your moans begin to mix with choked out sobs, Ice’s pace harsh and punishing despite your state of disarray. You focus less on the sting inside you and on the decorative look of pleasure on his face, and it somehow alleviates your discomfort just a bit, white hot ecstasy licking you from head to toe.

You unintentionally claw at his freckled shoulders when you somehow cum again.

Ice groans against your ear when he reaches his orgasm and then immediately pulls out, pushing himself up on his knees and wrapping a hand around himself to paint you with his cum. Sticky and warm, it falls all over your throbbing core and around your upper thighs. He bites down on his plush bottom lip, trapping most of his moans. Always too good at controlling himself.

You, on the contrary, fling an arm over your eyes, wiping at your tears with your forearm. You’re a mess; still wet and flushed, body buzzing. You’re sniffling a lot and your face is probably puffy from crying, you think to yourself. You’re beat.

Ice leans down again to kiss you deeply, grinning against your lips. Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, he presses his forehead to yours and gently wipes at the tears marked on your face with the back of his hand. “You did good, baby.”

All you can do is pout in response.

Ice cups your face with both hands, kissing you gently as you both come down from your high. Your heavy breathing ceases eventually, his and yours, and so does the electricity flowing through your body.

“How does a warm bath sound?” Ice asks.

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Warmth

summary: Ethan has been gone more frequently. You try to cherish the sleepy morning with him.

pairing: ethan hunt x gn!reader

tags/warnings: established relationship, you don’t know ethan’s an imf agent, mild angst, mostly fluff, cuddles and kisses, very light suggestiveness

word count: 1162

dedicated to @kyber-crystal!

A sigh of content against your shoulder.

Having already been on the verge of awakening, Ethan’s lips on your skin seal the deal. The sunlight is hard on your eyes, your lids heavy with sleep. Eyelashes flutter against your undereyes, and then you’re staring straight at the light seeping in through the curtains, and your eyes close again.

Behind you, Ethan notices you’ve awakened, and the tight grip around your waist loosens just enough for him to tilt you towards him. You lazily help roll yourself over, his scent making you hum in delight. He’s shirtless; had gotten into bed after a fresh shower the night before. Home late from whatever they had him doing at work. It was getting a bit sad, frankly, having to pretend he was in bed with you by hugging his pillow. It was the only way you could get yourself to sleep without him lately; that and the fact that he would slip into bed eventually. Sometimes it was just an hour later, but sometimes it wasn’t until morning.

It ashamed you to say, but this had pushed you over the edge a few days ago. You were doing laundry, separating the colors from the whites, and, while looking down at the clothes, realized most of it was yours. One pair of his pants, a pair of his socks and three of his shirts. One of them had been worn by you. A tear had slipped down your cheek before you could even process it. Why wasn’t he here?

He was so perfect to you. You couldn’t possibly keep asking him. He was at work. Studying, learning, providing for the department. He couldn’t always be home.

But when he was home..

It was a struggle between wanting to appreciate it, and remembering that he was going to leave eventually. And who knows if he’d take longer to return the next time?

The thought crosses your mind when you meet his eyes. They’re glossy with sleep, a gentle smile on his face as he takes a good look at you in the morning light.

“Morning.” His voice is raspy, the way you like it.

“Good morning,” you whisper, bringing a finger up to twirl his hair. The strand lands on his forehead, and he pushes it back into place with a chuckle.

“You sleep okay?” He leans in and pokes your cheek with his nose, arms tightening around your frame again.

Scooting closer, you stretch in his grip, ridding yourself of the knots in your body. And then you sink into his warmth, and nothing has ever been more perfect. Hands sneak around his waist, nails lightly raking his back. “Better than okay, actually.”

He grins; likes your touch. “That so?”

Your forehead against his clavicle, you close your eyes again and nod with a smile. “It’s been a while.”

His fingers weave between your hair. “Since?”

You frown. You’re torn again. You immediately wonder if he’s bound to get up any time soon. If you won’t see him until the following morning, after he’d slipped into bed at 3AM again. Swallowing hard, you think maybe the warm and sleepy circumstances will make for an easy conversation. You think maybe he’ll give you the reassurance you very desperately need, and then you’ll go back to sleep and spend the day together. If only.

“I just missed waking up with you. Like this.”

For a moment, silence. You shift a little to ease it, moving downward so that you can lean your cheek on his chest.

Ethan doesn’t overcomplicate things. Never has, never will. “I know, I’m sorry,” he says quietly, pressing two kisses to your head.

You exhale, having expected a more elaborate response, but anything from Ethan is always more than enough. Because, even hardly around, there’s nothing he’s better at than making you feel okay. Safe. Comforted.

Missing him is a pain. But he’s yours. It’s your body he wraps himself around every night. You’re never going to doubt his loyalty to you.

And he shouldn’t ever doubt yours, either.

“It’s okay,” you mumble against his pec, lips meeting his warm skin.

He knows, though. Can read you better than anybody. And he’s most likely been in a tight spot, probably overworking himself. Your finger bumps into a spot on his back, and he winces. Definitely overworking himself. It’s alright with you, if he hadn’t noticed. You haven’t exactly communicated the problem. Haven’t told him how lonely you are without him. Don’t want him worrying about you at work.

Ethan takes your chin between his fingers; gently lifts your face from his chest to meet your eyes. You sink into his gaze, into his pretty green orbs. He leans in then, soft lips pressing against yours. You feel like you’re melting as he kisses you. It’s soft and slow, and wet. It’s always so good it makes you moan. He shudders when he hears you.

Strands of his hair fall to his forehead as he leans into you, kissing you like he’s doing it for the first time. Seeing what works, what doesn’t. But he knows you. You feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress, like you’re becoming one with it.

You whimper against his mouth, a sound delicious to his ears, and he pulls away to look down at you.

You lean up to peck his lips one, two, three more times, and cup your hand around his cheek.

He grabs your wrist; brings your hand to his lips for a kiss there too.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again.

You blink slowly, hazy from his kisses. Wanting to be engulfed in his warmth again. You pull him down from the back of his neck, and half of his body ends up on top of you. His weight feels nice, his heat returning.

“Why do you take so long to come home?” you blurt out, voice soft. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, leaning to meet his lips again.

He kisses you back eagerly, and then trails his mouth down your jaw. “There’s so much I want to tell you.” Lips against your neck. “And I—” A kiss. “—I promise that one day this’ll all make sense.”

A small, lazy bite to your skin. A dirty moan escapes you, and he shudders again. “Those noises,” he whispers.

“I trust you,” you assure him, fingers toying with the back of his hair. “I just want to sleep in with you more often.”

He grins again. “I will most definitely arrange that, actually.”

“Good.”

Your grip on the back of his neck brings him closer, his face planting on your chest. He melts into you this time, strong arms wrapping around your torso as he makes himself comfortable. The sheets are tangled between your bodies, but you’re warm enough without them; Ethan’s body doing all the work. The position lulls the both of you to sleep again in the late morning.

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hotgirlmav · 10 months

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Firsts

summary: You’re bad at playing hard to get, and you don’t want to let the opportunity slip. Maverick gives you your first motorcycle ride.

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x gn!reader

tags/warnings: maverick being flirty, shy!reader but also not really?, some drinking mentioned, overall fluff

word count: 1.4k

A/N: i feel terrible that i keep making excuses not to post so i'll let you guys have this one. i don't know who's still on top gun tumblr but i hope you guys are still around. and that you guys like this! it was supposed to be a drabble but..?? ANDDD one more thing: my request page has updated also!

“Wait, you’ve never been on a bike before?”

“I’ve been on a bike. I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”

Maverick scoffs and then cocks a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips in his frail attempt at reading you, or at least pretending he knew you.

Except he doesn’t, because out of the many outings at the bar, tonight had been the first time he’d spotted you. You were ashamed to admit that it was kind of flattering having him follow you around for a good half an hour, even after you locked eyes with mustache Hawaiian shirt blonde guy across the room. Ah, it was all a game. But God, was Maverick pretty. And charming. You couldn’t decide whether you were bad at playing hard to get or if you simply didn’t mind being the game.

(It was definitely the former.)

Panic filled you later that night when you watched him slip his jacket on on the opposite side of the room. He was still distractedly rambling with his friend, however, and you took the opportunity to push past at least 5 people and make it out of the door before he did.

What to say or do the moment he stepped out? Your head was empty. But hey, he’d see you out there, make another flirtatious comment, make you blush and then it’d go on from there, right? God, please.

This had to have been like the fourth time you’d seen him. He was most certainly the prettiest out of all the aviators that confidently waltzed into the bar every time you and your friend met for drinks.

Miramar. A lovely place, truly.

Beautiful, too. The sunset is beginning to form, and you step towards the wooden fence separating the sand from the small parking lot in front of the building. A packed bar, only a few vehicles. You wonder if any of them belong to Maverick. You pray that he walks this way at all.

The beach in front of you is littered with people, families, couples. There is chatter everywhere, drowning out the sound of the bell on the door behind you, or the sound of his voice if he happens to be walking out, talking to his friend.

That’s why when you eventually zone out maybe a good ten minutes later, you don’t notice that he’s already walked past you, striding towards the vehicle closest to you. The motorcycle. Red, black, adorned with decals that match the patches on his pretty jacket. You wish you’d noticed.

He’d certainly noticed you, watching you avoid his gaze as he swung a leg over and took a seat. “Going for a swim?”

FUCK.

Tongue in your cheek, you meet his eyes. “No. I.. needed some air. Where’s your friend?”

“Where’s yours?” A cheeky smile spread on his face as he reached for the handles.

Oh, he’s sooooooo—

“Inside. I’m uh, actually waiting for another friend right now. She’s picking me up soon, I think.” Lies, lies, lies.

“In a car?”

“On a motorcycle, actually. How fast does yours go?” Jesus Christ. You know nothing about motorcycles, by the way.

He leans slightly forward, intrigued by your response. “Faster.”

“Hm.” You glance out at the shoreline again, at the sun turning bright orange. You feel the warmth on your cheeks. Stupid. You’re playing hard to get again, for fuck’s sake. He’s too pretty, it makes you nervous.

Lucky for you, he breaks the tense feeling in your stomach with a laugh. “Actually?”

He sticks the key into the ignition, filling you with the slight panic from before that he’s slipping away.

You fake a snicker, although it comes out dry and humorless. “I’m kidding. I don’t know a thing about motorcycles.”

The sudden rev of the engine startles you, and he smiles. “Some people are just meant to look pretty on the back of ‘em, I think.”

There was already a warmth to your cheeks, but now it’s heat. “Well.. that sounds like fun.”

Furrowed brows. “Wait, you’ve never been on a bike before?”

You snicker again, this time for real. “I’ve been on a bike. I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”

Maverick scoffs and then cocks a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips in his frail attempt at reading you, or at least pretending he knew you. Playfully rolling his eyes, he revs the engine again and waves you over with his hand. “Come on.”

Your face falls. A different kind of panic. “Huh?”

“Just a quick ride. Before your friend gets here.”

“A-are you sure?”

“You’re scared?” He grins.

“I—No. I just..” You hesitantly make your way over, your legs suddenly weak. “I drank a little, so I don’t—”

“Can you relax?” He laughs again, his laughter as pretty as he is. “It’s not scary, I promise. Here, step on that part. Just hold onto me and hop on.” He points down below and then sticks his arm out for you to grab.

“I’m not scared,” you mumble as you manage to perch yourself on the space behind him, careful not to grip his arm too tight. “I think you’re a little strange, is all.”

“How so? You gotta hold onto me, sweetheart.” Another engine rev. What is his deal?

You lean forward as much as you can, pressing yourself to him and wrapping your arms around his middle. The seat behind his is slightly raised, and your face absentmindedly presses into the back crook of his neck. It’s too late to pull back when you realize, and the heat in your cheeks starts to burn. Nevertheless, you go through with your accusations.

“Well,” you begin, conscious of your voice as to not be loud in his ear. “You follow me around the bar for some stupid bet, and.. now you’ve forced me onto your bike.”

Ha. As if you hadn’t planned all of this. Sort of.

Another pretty laugh. “It’s a motorcycle,” he mocks you.

That gets a laugh out of you, squeezing your arms around him a bit as he starts to move.

“Although, I do have to say—” He halts, a foot firm on the ground, and turns to look you over his shoulder. “Out of anybody I’ve followed around the bar, you’re the only one I’d give a ride to.”

God. You think you’re already in love with him. “That so?”

He presses his lips together and nods, fake serious.

Pressing your forehead to the back of his jacket, you chuckle. “I guess that means I owe you something.”

“I’ll start driving on one condition,” he offers, his tone playful.

“Hm?”

“Give me a kiss.”

Oh boy. It’s easy by now; you’re already melting into him. Glancing up, your surroundings become a blur and all the outside chatter, the bell on the door and the sound of the other cars go completely silent as you lean your neck to reach. It’s a peck, but it’s complete; all of your lips feel the soft skin of his cheek, plump from a smile under your kiss. And then your chin goes to rest on his shoulder, and next thing you know, you’re off.

There’s suddenly wind; you weren’t prepared for your hair to flow, as he took off from the parking lot and immediately down the road.

You’re clinging onto him with all your might, maybe a little scared for a moment, but then it starts to feel nice. You don’t even recall the moment he’d slipped his aviators on; perhaps the little kiss you gave him left you in awe instead of vice-versa, or maybe it was the drinks you’d had earlier? Maverick says something but you barely hear it, your stomach fluttering in excitement as he swerves between cars to get out of their way, to fly by beyond them on the road and to make the moment about just the two of you. Nobody else on the road.

He turns onto a different road, this one longer and less crowded, and you squeal as he starts going faster. A euphoric feeling overtakes you, and even in the wind, through the sound of the engine and Maverick’s muffled voice, you’re convinced you can’t let him slip away after this one either.

“Maverick!”

Wind, wind, wind. The engine.

Tapping a hand on his side instead, you catch his attention. He slows down just a bit, momentarily glancing over his shoulder again before looking back at the road.

“You wanna stop?” he yells.

“No!” you shout back. “I just wanted you to know something!”

“What is it?!”

You lean closer to his ear, face in the crook of his neck again. “I was lying! There is no friend!”

He grins. “I know!”

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hotgirlmav · 1 year

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I Hope you’re doing okay queen 🙏

I’M BACKKK!!! thank you so much aqua, i’ve missed you 💌

#top gun #top gun maverick

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hotgirlmav · 1 year

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hiyaa how come you haven’t written anything for mav? 😮‍💨 you open for request? 👀

HIII!!!! i’ve been dying to write about him for so long. what’s funny is that he’s my favorite, yet the only main character i haven’t written for 🤭 feel free to send any!!! love your writing sooo much btw <3

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfics #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #rooster #iceman #top gun maverick x reader #maverick x reader #maverick #hangman #jake hangman seresin x reader #tom iceman kazansky x reader #pete maverick mitchell x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader

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hotgirlmav · 1 year

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going to try to get something out either this weekend or the next!! if you wish, don’t be afraid to send any requests 💌

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfics #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #rooster #iceman #maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman #pete maverick mitchell #jake hangman seresin #tom iceman kazansky

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hotgirlmav · 1 year

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hi! are your requests open at the moment?

thank you :)

hi there!! i would say no, but honestly, i miss reading new requests so much. feel free to send any that you may like!! <3

#top gun #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw

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hotgirlmav · 1 year

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yayy thank you! i’ve had trouble for a while with tiny font in fics (not necessarily from you because a lot of people are writing like that lately) but i’ve been too shy to say anything lol

my god, no no, don’t be sorry!! i felt so bad when i realized, that was definitely on me!! i changed all of the fics after i saw your ask, i really hope you (and whoever else this applies to) find less difficulty reading now. never feel too shy to say anything!! you deserve to be able to read comfortably just like everyone else does. it’s such a small request, a writer filling it should be no problem at all!! 😭

thank you for even liking my work enough to want to make me aware of this issue! though my requests are currently closed for characters excluding maverick and hangman, feel very free to send in any request for any character or your choosing. filling it really is the least i can do <3

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hotgirlmav · 1 year

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hey! i’m sure you have no ill intentions but posting your fics in the small font is an accessibility issue for people with dyslexia or other reading-oriented disabilities.

i’m so so sorry, i had no idea!! it’s so funny, i actually only did that for aesthetic purposes, haha. i’ll fix that right now!! i would never want to make ANYONE feel excluded from reading any of my work. i truly do apologize <3

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hotgirlmav · 1 year

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When you post Mav fics could you please tag me? I’d love to add them to my fic rec list if your ok with that!

💛💛

OF COURSE!!!! this is just so sweet, i absolutely will!! i have one in the works, but if you ever want something specific for him, don’t be afraid to shoot any requests <3

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfics #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #rooster #iceman #maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman #pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell

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hotgirlmav · 1 year

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when i write a christmas themed third part to parting gift and cyrano, then what...

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfics #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #rooster #iceman #maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #tgm #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader

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hotgirlmav · 1 year

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hi! do you take requests?

hi there!!! my requests are only open for hangman and maverick as of right now (12/17), but i’d certainly love to hear any ideas you may have!! <3

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At Last — Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Female!Reader (18+)

Description: Ever since you met Hangman in the academy, you have wanted nothing more than to rip his head off. Over the years, you two have been put through many trials and tribulations, resulting in one of the most obnoxiously complicated relationships that the world has ever seen. You weren’t enemies, you weren’t friends, you weren’t lovers— you had no idea as to what you were to one another. After a night where you two shared a drunken kiss, you both decide to act like it never happened. When suppressed feelings come to the surface at Payback’s wedding, all hell might just break loose.

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of alcohol, very severe sexual tension, Hangman being Hangman, an unbelievable amount of pining, sexual undertones, possessive/jealous Hangman, minor arguing, brief hints at a love triangle, author needing Glen Powell terribly. 🤭

Word Count: 3,309.

A/N: AND JUST LIKE THAT, SHE’S BACK! This might be really all over the place, so I am SORRY!! After writing this, I kind of want to write a Maverick one inspired by Judas by Lady Gaga. Don’t ask why I’m correlating the two. I could just be trying to insert Maverick everywhere. I miss him.

Requests are temporarily open for Hangman and Maverick!

It is common knowledge that there are two sides to every coin.

Every vice had its virtue, yin had its yang, and you had Jake ’Hangman’ Seresin. When it came to your coin, he was the opposite side.

On paper, the pair of you had many things in common. You were both highly respected naval aviators, you were both drastically competitive, you were both sure that you were completely out to get one another. The list definitely went on, but those were the main three things that bothered you both enough for you to leave it at that.

Declaring each other enemies from the moment you met in the academy, holding a grudge was very easy. The second you graduated, you were convinced that you would never have to set eyes upon Hangman again. You would never have to endure his reckless flying, his disregard for those around him, or his arrogant behavior— complete and utter bliss.

You lived peacefully with that thought until quite a few months ago. A very important mission was at hand, and the very best aviators were called for consideration.

You both were called back to Top Gun.

The second your eyes locked with his in the middle of The Hard Deck, your heart sank to your feet. Not only were you met with someone you believed that you hated, but you were forced to encounter an attraction you had been violently tucking away for years.

Throughout the whole process of it all, you were in pure agony. You found yourself growing more and more resentful of Jake with each passing day, but in that same breath, you feared what could happen to him. You didn’t even know peace once Maverick picked the people for the mission. Jake was still an alternate, and to make matters worse, your very best friend was Maverick’s wingman. You loved every single person that was going up, and while you wished you could have been one of them, you silently thanked every lucky star you had that it was not.

After the psychological warfare everyone endured on the day of the mission, it was no surprise that everyone got much closer afterward. No one had even slightly fallen out of touch— including you and Jake.

You two had very minor flirty exchanges, an unbelievable amount of private glances, and enough sexual tension to make even the most oblivious person well aware of what was going on. A small kiss had been shared one night while you were both drunk, but nothing about it had ever been brought up. Both of you pretended as if it never happened, but truthfully, it haunted you like a plague. Every time you saw him, your lips ached to be touched by his.

Unbeknownst to you, Hangman was having the exact same problem.

At that very point in time, the entire group was gathered together at Payback’s wedding. The ceremony was one of the most beautiful you had ever seen, which came as no surprise to you. Every single aviator there was dressed in their white uniforms, with the exception of very few. Due to the fact that you were a member of the wedding committee, you came in wearing quite literally one of the most gorgeous dresses you had ever seen. It was a fitted black gown that hugged your frame in the most perfect way, showcasing your chest enough to draw attention to the elegant gold jewelry you had on.

Of course, not too much attention. You did not want to distract anyone from the happy couple on their special day.

Despite not wanting to do just that, Hangman could not have been less concerned with Payback and his new wife. Though he tried his hardest to prevent it, his eyes had been planted on you from the very second you sauntered in. He was practically devouring you with his gaze, and for just a moment, he didn’t care.

Just a moment.

An upbeat song was playing throughout the venue as everyone drank, laughed, danced, and chatted amongst themselves. There was not a single long face in the entire room. Hangman found himself burying himself in a conversation with a guest invited by the bride, laughs leaving her mouth every time he spoke.

Once you took note of this, there was now one long face in the entire room.

Him speaking to another woman was not the problem. You were well aware of the fact that you and your kiss meant nothing to him, sure. You were not even mad at how charming he was, seeing as you clearly knew. However, you were very angry at the fact that his charm worked on you. You were not immune to it by any means, and that pissed you off.

Decorated. Poised. Sharp. Vivacious.

With a stare that you tried to mask as something of a casual nature, your eyes were locked on the way Hangman’s jaw shifted as he spoke.

You could have written essay after essay about Jake Seresin. You could have gone into heavy detail about the way he would take sips of his drink even when he wasn’t thirsty, just because he did not want to dry his mouth out from talking so much. You could have deeply elaborated on the way you knew that he talked so much because silence made him uncomfortable. You could have pointed out that whenever he was uninterested in what he was talking about or who he was talking to, he would sip the drink he always had in his hand and look to the left.

Suddenly, you began to feel your blood boil underneath your skin.

There he was, just casually flirting with someone you both knew he had no intention of doing anything with. If he could just go around without you lingering in his mind, why couldn’t you?

You tore your eyes away from him with a difficulty that nearly matched rocket science and stood up from your seat, immediately making your way to the open bar. Once you told the bartender the very specific, strong drink you wanted, you were hindered from losing yourself in deep thought.

“Look who it is.” You heard a deep, strangely relaxing voice speak next to you, causing you to turn your head towards the source.

Instantly, you had a grin upon your face. You locked eyes with your very best friend, your very first friend that you met in the academy; Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.

“Have you been hiding here all night?” You asked him once the smile was returned, taking a seat on the barstool next to him. You knew Bradley was never really one for big social gatherings.

He let out a small chuckle at your words and took a sip of his scotch, shaking his head briefly before he swallowed. He turned in the stool ever so slightly, his knees gently grazing yours as his body was facing more towards you. “Not all night. Just for the better part of the night.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jake was now in his assigned seat at his table, staring absolute daggers at you and Bradley.

He closely examined the way you let out the most genuine laughs at things Rooster seemed to effortlessly be saying, as well as the way your knees were continuously hitting his from how close you were sitting. What really set him off was when you brought Bradley’s drink to your lips, taking the smallest sip of it.

Despite the fact that your face twisted in disgust and Bradley only laughed as he retrieved his glass from your hand, Jake was absolutely furious. In his mind, your lips touched the same glass that Bradley’s touched, meaning your lips touched. Even he knew how utterly ridiculous that sounded, but he did not even slightly care. That was how his brain was working, and at that moment, he was just going to roll with it.

Taking note of the fact that Jake had an almost alarmingly dark look in his eyes, Coyote furrowed his eyebrows and tried his hardest to follow his trail of sight. His curious stare landed on you and Rooster, but he assumed that he was looking at the wrong thing.

“You okay?” He immediately asked his friend, looking over at him.

Jake’s harsh scowl almost instantly dropped once he heard Javy, causing him to look over at him. Right then, he decided to put up a front.

The familiar smirk that his lips formed proved one point, but the burning rage and traces of bloodlust in his green eyes proved another. Not another word was spoken by him before he brought his glass to his lips, sipping the brown liquor with an expression that could have made someone believe it tasted like water.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He tried his hardest to ask in a way that would not sound overbearingly suspicious, but it was to no avail. Javy had known Jake for far too long to even suspect that he was telling the truth.

The two had known each other since their first day at the academy and had been inseparable ever since. At times, Jake felt like Javy was the only one who completely understood him— the good, the bad, and the ugly. Of course, Jake would argue that no part of him was ugly, but Javy would just let him do so without a complaint. They completely knew how to handle one another, and in that moment, Javy knew exactly what to do. He was going to blatantly ignore the evident rage he witnessed in his friend’s eyes— not because he didn’t care, but because he knew that’s what Jake wanted. Jake was certainly Jake, but above that, he was Hangman.

Getting Hangman to admit any feelings of jealousy was as common as hell freezing over and as easy as pulling teeth.

He paid Coyote absolutely no mind as his eyes locked on you once more, hints of shame nowhere to be found in his stare.

“I’m going to go see if Nat wants to join us, hold on.” You happily told Rooster, who simply nodded and turned back to face the bar. You rose to your feet and very briefly made eye contact with Hangman, your blood running completely cold once you did so.

Almost instantaneously, it all became clear to Hangman. He had a devilish grin on his face, and you immediately looked away, trying your damnedest to walk without looking at him. Once you went to go past him to go to Phoenix, his hand gently yet abruptly got ahold of your wrist.

You looked down at him with annoyance and bewilderment in your eyes, but your lips were sealed as he stood up from his seat. At a staggering six feet tall, the man towered over you. Slowly, he dipped his head down so his lips could meet next to your ear.

“I know you did that to fuck with me.” He whispered, the smirk almost audible in his voice. Your facial expression remained incredibly stoic, but on the inside, you were lighting that whole room on fire. “And it’s not working.”

Your lips were slightly pursed, an action you were doing to prevent yourself from slipping up. Quickly saving yourself from Hangman basking in your silence, you responded.

“Please don’t involve me in your delusions.” You tried to excuse yourself sharply, yet casually. Of course, he refused to buy it.

With his hand on your wrist, his eyebrows furrowed in such a condescending manner as his lips parted. His obnoxiously handsome smirk found its way back onto his perfectly sculpted face, making you want to smack it right off of it.

In a swift motion, he pulled your hand up ever so slightly, placing it over the left side of his chest. Your breath hitched in your throat as he did so. Even over the thick fabric of his whites, you could slightly feel how toned his chest was. As much as you hated that man, you had no problem admitting that every higher power took a little extra time when they crafted Jake Seresin.

“You’re breaking my heart.” He playfully seethed through his teeth, earning quite the nasty look from you before you snatched your hand away. Once the air hit where his hand previously was, you fought against your better judgment as you began to miss it.

“If what you wanted was to put on a little show for me, I’m sure we could’ve figured out something more simple than that.”

Your eyes rolled in a way that almost hurt, causing you to glare at him.

“Why, just to act like it never happened later?” You asked without even thinking, causing him to raise his eyebrows at your question. For what seemed like the first time ever, Jake Seresin was at a loss for words.

In that brief silence, the sweetest melody began to fill the venue, and couples began to find their way to the dance floor. You immediately recognized the song to be At Last by Etta James. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the irony of the moment, you pulled your wrist away and turned to walk, but your hand was grabbed instead of your wrist.

“Wait.” Jake firmly stated, causing you to turn back to look at him.

“What?” You quietly yet sharply snapped, glaring up at him. Just when you thought you couldn’t want to punch him more, a shit-eating grin appeared on his face.

He intertwined his fingers with yours and stepped backward, inching more towards the dance floor.

Completely drowning in confusion, your eyebrows furrowed as you only stepped where he was leading you. Refraining from just letting that moment happen peacefully, you spoke. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jake finally rolled his eyes as a response to your question, dully shooting you a glare before he stopped on the floor and pulled you towards him.

“One dance and I’ll leave you alone.” He quietly muttered to you, already finding your waist with his other hand. Seeing as you were far too locked in and the idea of him leaving you alone afterwards sounded all too well, you let out a heavy sigh and decided to give in. Your free hand found its way to his shoulder as his pushed more towards the middle of your back, pulling you closer to him.

For the first few seconds of the song, you two swayed in a way that certainly wasn’t awkward, but was far too tension-filled for a song as sweet as the one that played.

“Bradshaw isn’t what you want.” Jake broke the silence in a way that earned what felt like your millionth eye roll of the night.

“Why are you insisting that I even want anything?” You answered his crude observation with a question, your eyebrows furrowing as you stared up at him.

Jake shrugged his shoulders slightly as the two of you danced, his head tilting to the side for a moment. “People can say things without speaking, you know.”

“That’s literally the point of talking, Jake.” You dully shot back with a blank glare to match.

Jake rolled his eyes slightly at your comment, causing you to resist the urge to grin. “You know what I mean.”

Starting to grow a bit angry at his sudden need to weigh in on what wasn’t his business, your glare returned. “Don’t start to act like you care. You only think you do because you suddenly want what you feel like you can’t have.”

“That’s not true.” Jake responded in a calm manner, his expression and his demeanor becoming very serious. It was almost a bit chilling.

If there was any time to put things all out in the open, it certainly wasn’t then, but that didn’t stop you. You figured that you would just rip the bandaid off. You would rather know and move on than think about it indefinitely. “Why do you act like that night we kissed never happened, then?”

Immediately, Jake quietly scoffed.

“Why do you?” He shot back in almost an instant, rendering you slightly speechless. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. All that time that you spent wondering if it was haunting him the way it was haunting you, he was asking himself that same question. He was refraining from making things awkward in the same way you did, and you knew you would be a hypocrite if you continued to be mad at him for something you also did.

“I— didn’t know you wanted me to act like it did.” You softly muttered, your lips curling into a small frown at the realization. You were just as much to blame for the lost time between you two as he was.

“When have you ever cared about what I wanted?” Jake couldn’t help but playfully snicker, causing you to let out a small laugh. Thankfully, no one could hear your conversation. To anyone else, it would just look like you two were chatting while dancing. You tilted your head back and looked up at the pilot, your breath hitching in your throat when your soft gaze met his.

You knew it was wrong. You knew it was foolish. You knew that you were headed for a road of destruction. The larger voice inside of you screamed for you to stop and to pull away. The smaller voice, however, told you to take note of how his eyes glittered under the warm light. It told you to really sink into that moment, because that was the very first time that the man had properly let his guard down in front of you. He was no longer Hangman— he was Jake.

There was not a single trace of arrogance in his mesmerizing gaze. All you could see was that he, too, was mesmerized. The only emotion you could pinpoint was adoration. Above everything that the larger voice was shouting, you listened to the smaller one when it made you realize that he had that look in his eyes while he was looking at you.

There was no smirk on his face. No snarky comment followed the way you almost tripped over your own feet as the two of you swayed. His facial expression was as soft as a cloud, as delicate as a fresh pile of snow, and as warm as a load of laundry fresh out of the dryer.

You knew. He knew. Of course he knew; he could see it. He noticed every tiny little emotion in your expression and in your eyes just when you did the same to him.

There you two were, gently swaying in one another’s arms as the sweet melody of the music filled the venue, just knowing. You didn’t have to say anything, and you didn’t have to break the silence with something playfully mean to save yourself from feeling newly uncomfortable. It was new and completely out of your comfort zone, but it was worth it. You didn’t want to be comfortable anymore, and clearly, neither did he. You wanted him, and you were finally ready to accept that.

You both just knew.

Almost like clockwork, the corners of your lips slowly curled upward into a soft grin at the same time his did. You let out a quiet giggle at the timing of it all. Still, nothing was said by either of you.

Immediately, you turned your head away from him and gently rested it on his shoulder as you two danced, your eyelids fluttering shut. With one hand on your waist and the other one holding your smaller hand in his larger one, Jake pressed his cheek to the back of your head and closed his eyes.

And here we are in heaven. For you are mine… at last.

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